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This story is the fourth in a sequence. The previous stories can be found here, here, and here. I had intended this to be longer, but if I wait any longer it will never be finished. Hopefully I will be able to come back to this one day and fix it up.
We had a good turnout that night: almost thirty of us.
It’s amazing how people can pull together when there is a call to help that they understand or can relate to.
We were all a bit quieter than usual as we did our preparation. I felt the energy of my breathing exercises was fiercer - more determined - than usual, and I could see Sharlot’s exhales were stronger, and Tony was tapping his foot more than he usually did.
Oops. Sharlot led that triangle now, with new member Sarah. Apparently the practice sessions had gone particularly well.
My job was to head up the eight triangles (groups of nominally three trained rangers, but they could be anywhere between two and five) and the support team. I wouldn’t be connecting with two other close friends in a deep psychic union, and after so many years of only working that way, I felt exposed - naked, in a metaphorical sense.
Physically, we were well rugged up for a Melbourne winter night.
I felt a presence, and opened my eyes to see my Platoon XO, 2nd Lieutenant Gellert, smiling at me. Behind him were the two sergeants who formed part of the Platoon’s command group. We worked together, but not while in a deep trance. We actually spoke to each other, rather than using telepathy - nothing of great tactical consequence, but of very great human import: chit chat to help establish and sustain a harmonious state between all of us.
It was interesting to watch the different preparation styles. Paul from Greg’s triangle used yoga mudras, Sally used graceful Tai Chi, several went into the backyard to chant, and Luce used a Tibetan singing bowl (getting very cranky at anyone who struck the bowl rather than just running the “striker” round the rim) while Greg used tuning forks on specific chakras - the last two doing their prep in spare rooms. Others used the more common crystals, breathing (as did I, as I’ve already mentioned), music, and so on.
It was a marvellous variety of techniques for a marvellous variety of people, and allowing a disciplined freedom led to a stronger team.
When we had prepared, we settled down to wait . . . listening to music through headphones, doing yoga - whatever helped us stay sharp.
After only half an hour, I felt my phone vibrate and answered. It was our Colonel, Belinda: “The protests are underway, time to get going.”
And we did.
I went into a light trance to monitor the energy and energetic activities - Gellert’s team would monitor more closely, and liaise with our healing and protection triangles to make sure everyone was OK.
When I was satisfied with how things were going, I cast my consciousness out to the thought form we used to meet, and joined others from our various groups, including Casz, also promoted and the Captain of our Squadron, and our colonel.
Matters were progressing fairly closely to our plans - the Eighth and Ninth Brigades were clearing uncooperative earthbound entities from around leaders on all sides, and lending their assistance to those people’s BPM Guides as the Guides directed. Surrounding neighbourhoods were kept as calm as possible, using the lessons we had recently learned, to avoid the possibility of distractions or interruptions - neighbourhoods around the people we were working on, as well as those where our various groups had met.
Some of the Eighth and Third Brigade members also worked at inspiring various nations’ representatives at the UN. I hadn’t known that would be done, but it made sense to take advantage of those people being physically close to each other, in the nation of greatest concern, and focused on these momentous events. As with the other work, this was directed by the (BPM) Guides of the people concerned.
Meanwhile, other ranges from the Ninth were working at clearing unbalanced/unbalancing energies from around the incarnate in Africa, as that person’s Guides urged him towards a more constructive life - or at least making sure he cannot harm others.
The Tenth and Fourth have been working at healing the sexual abuse victim for some time; the Fourth had guided her to find some of the almost non-existent support. She is there today, in therapy (all guided to happen), and they have begun disentangling the “negative” links binding her as her counsellor - who was neither psychic nor connected to us, but was very good - started working on her. (There had been quite some work gone into arranging that, I could see.)
I can sense that Bast is helping here, with Brenda aiding communication.
The Sixth Brigade has commenced work on the discarnate from Eastern Front, but supported by us - Regiment Isil’zha.
I watch as Kara leads a group of Valkyries into the being’s field of attention: he - for that is how the entity presents - seems pleased, but I smile to myself, and wait.
A few minutes pass, and he is blustering, demanding to be taken to Valhalla. Initially the Valkyries say nothing, just continue their guard stance around him, until Kara receives a telepathic signal and moves in closer to say “No. You are unworthy.”
His rage flooded his face and aura with red, and - without being fully aware of what he is doing, he started projecting this energy through the links tying him astrally to his slaves.
What he wanted, of course, was to make those he controlled also angry, and then to harvest that anger to give himself more power to be destructive.
This is where we came in.
Sharlot’s triangle generated and projected self-worth (doing that sort of energy work with a range of emotions was a standard part of our training - one drilled into us to the point of boredom and then some) to those being affected, Tara’s sent strength, and Greg’s sent self-confidence.
Con’s triangle was working at stopping the flow of negative energy along the links - not cutting the links, as that leaves unhealed wounds on one end and unacknowledged damage on the other. While they were intact, the possibility existed for the links to be dissolved with healing energy, with left the victims in a much better state of mind, and actually made it harder for the perp to ignore what had happened.
Graham’s triangle was projecting patience, empathy, and love to the Guides of the people we were seeking to aid, and Maggie’s was attempting to send empathy, happiness (joy was a bit of a stretch, but that was the ideal), and inner peace to the various astral levels and “locations” where all these entities were.
It was working.
“Our” - well, the Sixth Brigade’s, but we were part of the effort and claimed the right to be proprietary - target was finding that he was not as angry as usual, and even had a thought or two about whether this effort to be angry was worthwhile.
Hope bloomed . . . and shrank back as he decided to go with what he knew - the habits of the last few decades were hard to break.
Our efforts were at a balance point, when Graham relayed a message from one of the BPM Guides: strengthen the desire of those being controlled for their personal sovereignty. This would involve taking the anger and redirecting it - transforming was probably a better word - into irritation with feeling controlled.
I had a quick mental check in with Casz and Gellert, and Casz checked with Belinda, and we got the OK to try this.
Sharlot’s triangle was probably most likely to be able to do this effectively, but the work of Tara and Greg’s triangles could also be adapted to this, so I decided to use all three.
I had been doing some work with The Morríghan, but before calling on her, checked to see if Kara was able to help me - no, too busy, but Casz projected over and lent me her strength. Together, we called on the Great Queen, ruler of personal sovereignty (among other things), and sought her aid in this work. When I could feel the emotions and thoughts flowing, I sent a thought to Sharlot, Tara and Greg about the changed focus, and, after a pause, directed the energy their way as well.
It took a few minutes, but it started to work. Nearly two thirds of those being controlled were able to shrug the control off, leaving them feeling refreshed, confident, and strong - and our targeted uncooperative quite deflated and wondering what the point was of always being angry.
At that stage, his Guides were able to get his attention.
He knew he was dead, but had been resisting their calls for decades. Now, he stared at them, still a little resentful, but prepared to listen. He responded to an invitation to talk in a place of greater comfort, and we saw them leading him to the astral planes.
Success!
Here, at any rate. With the entity moving on, the Guides of the other people being controlled were finally able to start reaching those people - all at a subconscious level, but real enough for all that.
Elsewhere on this night, work was still proceeding. I allocated our little sub-groups to different areas that were struggling, and they generated and projected whatever energies were required. After half an hour, I re-tasked two of the triangles to aiding our healing group with that type of aid. After an hour, the work was essentially done, and we could start the wind down.
Each member of a triangle checked the other members, monitoring and aiding with any clearing of residual energies, and providing healing as needed. Each triangle, and each member of each triangle, was then checked by our healers before they were allowed to start their close down meditations and exercises - exercises we had been drilled in, if anything, more thoroughly than those we used at the start of the work. I chose a few people to check that the healers also received attention, and Gellert, his NCOs and I also went through the same process.
And, two hours after we started, we were ready for shared food and drink, and an informal debrief as we started to focus back on the mundane world, and things like safely driving or travelling back home, and engaging fully in our everyday lives.
Until next time.
Copyright © Kayleen White, 2021 (where this date is different to the year of publication, it is because I did the post some time ago and then used the scheduling feature to delay publication) I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit and due financial recompense, of course :)
